Chapter 1

He can't be gone, I need him!

Sir Meta Knight was on a ship with the rest of his squadron that he was leading on a mission to rid the planet, Rock Star, of demon beasts. On any other occasion Meta Knight would be talking to Jecra but two months ago Jecra was taken by a demon beast and so far there had been no sign of him so here Meta Knight was sitting by himself in the seat at the very back of the ship alone sharpening his sword for the mission, humming to himself.

The ship landed and everyone started exiting the ship, when Meta Knight left the ship everyone saluted him. "At ease." Meta Knight said sternly, continuing walking. He then explained to his squadron that they landed a few miles away from the area they needed to clear due to the fact that they didn't want to be immediately thrown into battle but they did need to walk a few miles to where they would set up camp. So they started walking as they didn't want to walk in the dark as that would be dangerous. As the rest of the squadron started walking Meta Knight burst out running leaving the squadron behind until they ran after him

After about two hours of straight running they made it to where they would set up camp. Immediately Meta Knight put them to work then began working himself. That was something they liked about Meta Knight, unlike some of the Star Warriors he didn't leave all the work to the rest of the squadron, he helped as well and most would say he did most of the work himself. After setting up camp Meta Knight called everyone over and started assigning shifts for watch that night, he himself was first along with a guy named Josh then it was another two people and so on. He then dismissed them to do as they please saying that food would be in the leftmost tent for all who wanted it. Most ran over to the tent while some went to sit close to the fire. Meta Knight however went into his own tent and zipped it up.

For the last few months Meta Knight had been more closed off and less talkative, though he was never really the most talkative person compared to most but especially since Jecra went missing. He couldn't stop thinking about his friend and what he must have been going through…wherever the demon took him. He only hoped that he didn't take him to NME, lord knows what Nightmare would do to him there. Even though Meta Knight wasn't one to look on the bright side he was trying to think positively these past few months, for Jecra's sake, if not for his own.

The day had ended and Meta Knight and his troops had turned in for the night. Most had fallen asleep but Meta Knight was still up, planning. Planning the battle he knew was bound to happen soon. In most circumstances he wouldn't have had help with this after all he was still in highschool but this time he was alone, up at midnight…planning. He was deep in thought when he heard some voices outside of his tent.

"Sir! Sir!, Sir, are you up?" He heard

"Yes, come in" Meta Knight said putting the pen down

"Sir, me and Sir Andrew were out on lookout when we heard something." Said one of the soldiers he put on lookout, Sir William was his name

"We were wondering if you could check it out" said Sir Andrew

He was about to agree when he heard it. What they heard. There was a hoard of demon beasts heading towards them. He grabbed his sword and ran outside calling out to the rest of the squadron to get their butts out of bed and help him. (What he really said was "Demon beast! Get up and FIGHT!")

No more than 2 minutes later everyone was up and ready to fight, some in pajamas but who really cared. It was about to be sunrise, that's how early it was in the morning so no one gave a crap if they looked bad.

The group had gotten to the clearing where the hood of demon beasts was and a soon as Meta Knight looked at it he froze. Tears started welling up in his eyes. Jecra was back! Jecra was alive! He wasn't hurt! His best friend was coming back after two months of being missing! It was a miracle!

That was until Jecra got closer, the demon beasts weren't attacking him…they were following him…Jecra seemed…different. Not like his usual self. Meta Knight would have thought that a simple glance at him would cause Jecra to come running towards him, probably tackling him to the floor, but no Jecra had stopped moving…just staring at him. Eyes glaring at Meta Knight…that's when he noticed it.

'No…' Meta Knight thought. He should have noticed before! 'NO!' Meta Knight's eyes welled up with tears, for a different reason this time. The tears started to fall…his best friend. His ride or die…had become a Demon Beast. He felt his world crumble as one thought entered his mind. One dreaded thought… 'I have to fight him…' The sad thing is he didn't know if the both of them would make it out of this fight.

Meta Knight braced himself for a fight, grabbing his sword and unsheathing it he got in a fighting position. He stared back at what was once his friend, trying as hard as he could not to think about the good times, trying not…to cry. That's when Jecra practically teleported from his spot to over 300 feet away at Meta Knight.

Hours later (Because I can't write fight scenes)_

Meta Knight stood there, shock evident despite his masked face, the soldiers behind him could easily tell one thing though, he was crying. The scene before them made them want to cry as well. Meta Knight stood there sword in both hands plunged through the chest of his best friend, Jecra. Jecra stood in front of Meta knight holding his hands, the possession that was tormenting him gone, as his life faded away.

"Hey…Meta…" Jecra said softly

Meta didn't answer, he couldn't answer. He just continued to cry, still holding the sword looking to the floor, crying. He couldn't look his best friend in the eyes anymore. Not after what he did to him. That entire fight he was avoiding seriously injuring him, screaming at Jecra to fight the demons and come back to him…but now he would never be able to come back.

Jecra, with a very slow and weak hand lifted Meta's face to look at him. He slowly took off Meta's mask and wiped his tears…and smiled…a kind smile, a gentle smile. One that gave Meta a slight feeling that it would be okay at some point everything would be fine.

"Everything will be alright…I promise" Jecra smiled again despite the pain

He then slowly took off his necklace, the one he wore everyday without fail, and when he did fail he dropped everything to go get it, and took Meta's hands in his and told him one thing.

"Hey, bright eyes, please…please do this one thing for me. I want you to give this to Joe. I know it might take awhile till you get the courage to see him again but please at some point give this to him. …For me" He asked

He then put the necklace in Meta's hands and with one last breath he was able to say one last thing. "It's not your fault." Then Meta saw the light fade from his eyes as he fell towards the floor. Meta caught his friend's body and hugged it. He couldn't let go. He didn't even say goodbye! He just stood there…crying! He didn't even say…goodbye. What kind of a friend is he?!

That's when Meta let go and just let all of his emotions out he couldn't hold it in anymore. Meta screamed a loud, painfilled scream. One of loss and grief. He screamed at his friend begging for him to come back begging the gods to bring him back. After a while the soldiers behind him, who were not as injured, realized that if they didn't get Meta back to the hospital tent that he may bleed out and join his dear friend. So they started to slowly walk over to their leader and tried desperately to tell him that it was time to let go of Jecra and head back. However Meta didn't listen, he didn't want to leave his friend. He couldn't leave him again. Jecra was cold and alone he needed Meta to be there with him.

The soldiers heard this and looked each other in the eyes and came to a sad understanding. Meta was in denial. After a while of gently asking Meta to leave and Meta refusing many times, they decided to just pull him away. So that's what they did. The entire time Meta was crying, kicking, screaming at them to let him go, he even threatened them but they didn't care. They knew that Meta was in too much pain to do any of the threats he posed.

After they finally brought him to the hospital tent, and after he calmed down, the doctors started to work on Meta's injuries and the entire time Meta couldn't stop himself from crying. The doctors tried to comfort him but Meta refused any attempts at affection. The only affection he wanted right now was a warm hug from his best friend. But now that best friend is gone and he was the one responsible for it.

After his wounds were treated he went back to his tent and just sat there, he could have only been there for minutes or it could have been hours but at some point one of his soldiers walked in and said "Sir, we are ready to leave when you are everything besides this tent is pack and ready to go." to which Meta only nodded and got up and started packing.

Soon enough he was ready to leave too. As we were walking to his seat on the ship he saw Jecra. He was in a room getting his wounds dressed and ready for the funeral. He walked in as the person working on him looked up from his work.

"Sir!" The soldier stood up straight and saluted

"At ease." Meta said so quietly the soldier almost didn't hear him, he relaxed

"Is there something you need, sir?" The soldier asked

Meta nodded.

"Is it…possible…for me to…have..J-...his chest plate?..."Meta said trying as hard as possible not to cry

The soldier's eyes widened.

"I can do that, it's pretty damaged though, would you want to wait until we can have it fixed?"

"No."

"Oh..okay then here let me get it off him" The soldier took the chestplate off "Here"

Meta took it and walked off holding it tightly, to the point where Meta thought it might break in his arms…just like Jecra did. He took his seat at the back of the ship, alone. Like he would be on every mission after this one.

He ended up falling asleep, dreaming of nicer times before Jecra's death, before Garlude's death…he still hadn't gotten over her. Then came the nightmares, nightmares of Jecra, nightmares of Garlude, nightmares of well Nightmare. These dreams had plagued him every night before this but it seemed like these ones were worse, sent to him from Nightmare himself.

They landed at the GSA base about a day later and as soon as they landed the medics of the ship started to take Jecra to where he would get ready for his funeral. Meta on the other hand was taken straight to Sir Arthur.

Now Meta knew that he was going to have to talk with Sir Arthur about what had happened but he was desperately hoping that it wasn't going to be the day after. He hadn't stopped crying since it happened, though he was able to just cry silently now so that helped.

The doors opened to reveal Sir Arthur's office and Meta was pushed in. The doors shut behind him, now it was just him and Sir Arthur.

"Oh, hello Sir Meta Knight. How did the mission go?" Sir Arthur asked clearly in a good mood.

"It…was…fine I guess" Meta Knight answered quietly

"Fine? What went wrong?" Sir Arthur asked, now worried

"We found J-...him" Meta Knight said

"Him? Do you mean Jecra?"

Meta Knight froze at the name. Memories of just yesterday came back, his friend's dead body in his arms, his own sword that he had sworn to project Jecra was plunged through his chest. Jecra fights him, unable to stop the promising Meta that it would all be okay…it will all be…okay…

Meta could feel more tears coming out of his eyes. 'Keep it together Meta, Keep. It. Together.'

Meta nodded.

"Well that's great news! Why aren't you happy? You found your best friend?"

Best friend. Best friend. He had KILLED his best FRIEND "I know." Meta choked out tears going down his face like a river.

"Are you okay? Is he hurt? Are the medic's taking care of him?" Sir Athur asked hearing the raw pain of Meta's choked out voice

"I-He's-...He's de-….I-" Meta couldn't finish the sentence let alone the word dead. It still didn't feel real. He couldn't be dead. Jecra was just there yesterday! Now he's dead. No longer breathing. About to be buried six feet in the ground. Never to be seen again. Ever.

"He's what." Sir Athur said, more like a demand than a question

"HE'S DEAD! I KILLED HIM!" Meta screamed, a loud, painfilled scream. One that he didn't mean to yell, didn't mean to say

Sur Arthur didn't say anything, just stared… his eyes wide. Tears started to fill his lavender eyes. He knew the consequences of being a soldier included the high chance of death. He knew that, as a general, in war many would die. But he knew Jecra. He knew him personally. Jecra was a general, a high ranking one at that, a Star Warrior as well. He worked closely with Jecra. But he knew, he knew how close Meta and Jecra were. And that was what hit him the most.

"I'm sorry…I didn't know…" Sir Arthur said quietly

Meta didn't say anything, just walked out and shut the door behind him. He went straight to his room in the base. Went to his bed and just cried. He let it all out.

Sir Arthur was still in his office, eyes wide. He hadn't moved, still sitting there staring at the door to his office. He was still in shock, this was not good.

Meta had made it back to his sleeping quarters in the base. Just being there was almost insufferable. He hadn't been back to his room since before….the mission. Before…

This was the room Jecra had stayed in with him. The room where they shared secrets, they talked, they cried, they laughed, they watched movies, they became friends… This is the room where Jecra announced that he was the father to his kid…a kid that would grow with one less parent. Because. Of. Him.

That night, Meta got no sleep.

An: OH MY GOD! I am SO SORRY This took so long. People have been LOVING this story and I've abandoned you. I'm so sorry! Life got crazy, I've gotten no sleep, I'm always busy, I have like 20 million things going on but I PROMISE this next chapter won't take forever. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Have a great day! Chapter 2 is in the works!